Squirrel applied Radio

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 Squirrels Applied Radio



Away we go, who would’ve thought,  

Your number one misfit, 95.5 Squirrel, I brought,  

Hoping to get the job, this dream host glow,  

Next to Mojo, Kevin, and Shannon, oh my God, let it be so!  Can’t forget about Lydia and Zach to

Bianca, let’s go


Just sayin’! I’m the one they’re gonna love,  

Ride or die, got the vibe like a dove,  

Everything’s a mess, yeah, I f’d it up,  

But I’m here, I’m a dummy, still gon’ erupt!  


9.55



Yo, Squirrel in the mix, can you hear my call?  

Mojo in the morning, we’ll have a ball,  

I’m the host you need, I’m ready to brawl,  

This show’s gonna pop off,  just sayin stand tall!


Sippin’ on dreams, on the radio wave,  

Shout out to the fans, all my real ones brave,  

I adapt, never quit, no time to slack,  

Focus on the grind, I’m not lookin’ back.  

I’m an idiot, it’s ok, yeah, I said it loud,  

But I’m spittin’ fire, got the crowd in a shroud,  

From local to global, we takin’ it far,  

Squirrel’s in command, baby, I’m the star!  


Yo, Squirrel in the mix, can you hear my call?  

Mojo in the morning, we’ll have a ball,  

I’m the host you need, I’m ready to brawl,  

This show’s gonna pop off, just sayin  stand tall!


I’ll get the crowd shoutin’, raise the roof high,  

Mojo will be lit, no need to lie,  

From the streets to the airwaves, we’re takin’ it there,  

Squirrel’s the name, baby, I’m beyond compare!  


So remember my name, when the day gets rough,  

I’m the Squirrel with the hustle, never givin’ up,  

I’ll make the magic happen, just wait and see,  

It’s the Mojo morning show, baby, it’s Squirrel and me!  

Just sayin’!

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